Who are we truly teasing; When-
We’re teasing this and that?
What are we truly feeling; When-
We fear every combat?
Which path do we contain; When-
Every road is lost?
Which hope do we maintain; When
All we hope is loss?
Through oblivion we have lived
Every day that we have breathed
Through dreariness and daze,
Through the lack that filled our days
We have breathed, we have indeed
For as long as we have lived!
But have we lived indeed;
For as long as we have breathed?
Or has it been only a maze;
Of countless remedies-
Which have never truly eased;
All that could have been appeased?